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31 Jul 2008
‘Died “geballt” was a probe.”
Posted by Aaron Held at 22:53
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30 Jul 2008
You’re pretty enough to be a star, some kind of angel, the inside of music. But i care if you remain this way, there is no life in the melody that pours from your tears. Tears in the sky, does the soul cry? tears open the night like lightning, and finds it’s way into dreams like screams highlighted like entering the earth's atmosphere at such a speed to confuse the hieroglyphs. This is math – what adds up and what is correct, dressed in some phantom myth revealing the edges of cobwebs in stone cast through the abyss and all that left science before the art was created-cancel the vaccine-seal the vacuum-sell the cancer-see the star- Magnify- the magnanimous magnificent – ain’t it obvious. And so I climbed into a song before the world had eyes - and bled the cozmos in twelve steps that led to freedom- From there - I soar - the eagle.
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29 Jul 2008
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28 Jul 2008
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26 Jul 2008
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25 Jul 2008
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Posted by d_rood at 19:30
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“No, no, I'm alright, it's- it's just nerves, I just need to get some air thats all, thanks er- sorry.” And he's alone in the corridor.
Posted by Jaie at 15:01
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22 Jul 2008
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All we declare will be pointed sharply at us.
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Our own once triumphant trumpets and have them blown
At our own lone and coughing tongue:
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Our friends that bare our danger.
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Some will rectify they’re monuments around us
For the sake of honor that hasn’t found us
And thank the dying memorial of our silence.
Posted by drfaustus at 08:15
21 Jul 2008
Posted by Ruela at 20:18
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out of confussion comes creatvity.
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20 Jul 2008
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Posted by Aaron Held at 16:39
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Simmer in bottles under feckle-blankets. Yoo sayd yoo'd emerge once more. Yoo didnt.
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19 Jul 2008
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Posted by Aaron Held at 15:23
18 Jul 2008
The plays frankness
Will Be Castro
homeostatic or acid base
Envy is all it takes
dark tickle of blood
in the cult and
plays scarcely any role
One Crazy Night
meta-coordination of the body.
face smeared with mud and blood
diseases, people with no signs
transportation of humans:
is a complex liquid that comprises
series of complex behaviors that initiated
the walking during sleep.
Posted by Aaron Held at 23:27
In this house, everything ends abruptly. EVERYTHING. From the moment you walk in, your welcome is cut short and you are ordered to leave. But this you will find will also end very shortly. The stairs also end abruptly in this house. Half of the way up, if you are not sharp, you will plummet for a short while, until your fall is ended harshly by a mat. Should your hollering commence, it shall be ended by loud music. Each song will end abruptly. The key to finding yourself to the first floor is in this knowledge. You must climb the stairs, when the stairs end, a ladder will begin, after the ladder, a rope, after the rope, you may pull yourself to safety. Being that everything in this house ends abruptly, you must make what you can of the now before this too is cut short. Women have learnt to consummate rapidly, should their lover be shot, or dragged into the dark unknown. The men themselves, although thankful, have become innovators at arousal for this reason, for often too, their ejaculations are ended abruptly by shocking arrays of anything else. Perhaps this is the house of new beginnings, but no, that line of thinking was ended like all other things in this house, abruptly. The kitchen becomes the garden, which becomes the bathroom, which becomes the bedroom, until your very noticing is distracted by meowing from the cats who’s live suddenly end very abruptly. Some say the house was once- and then, what they were saying came to an end! Your desire to leave may be ended by an urge to make tea, the very process of making tea will end by the canceling of water from the tap, the knowledge too of your location will meet it’s demise, your name, your gender, dreams, may all well come to an abrupt end in this house. Incr-
Posted by Jaie at 23:16
What if everything, and every person are just parts of my Heaven
If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask.
remains very fluid and subject to change, someone to heaven kids may worry that they may all be creatures being filled with the heavenly fluid.
Do not hunt after happiness, he took 3 more long breaths passed on....
said she had rather not know if it's growing...
if you like everything about this, With all the fluid and blood
all over everything, in shape now to return in the fascinating world of Hell.
Heaven stays, through Frisell's gentle, heartfelt touch on Miles'...
they have found a way to include everything and not reject things.
If there is one matter of the heart, with everything at a high level,
otherwise be prepared to lower, this elixir is symbolic of partaking the menstrual fluid of the devi.Obviously I'm worried and want to know if anyone heard of it.
If it was pouring and cold and wet, that it might be some fluid buildup so we should take everything that’s human is not.
A scene around them started to break up,
becoming grainy and broken as if eaten away by acid.
And he still has a lot of fluid in his lungs.
Waste my correction fluid. Must learn from the Anonyaysia.
space suspended between heaven and hell,
occasions where everything came together for a brilliant charge
but we were told them that if everything went as planned.
Everything that is outside, the mind, is Heaven.
If everything, We were thinking and feeling at that way.
Heaven’s Door takes place somewhere along the time line of Bebop
two straight-standing trees are actually reaching toward heaven
everything is a Chinese painting, he was the basics of, say... the compounding effect of forcing fluid from the heaven.
If she has been receiving spiritual visions and visiting heaven all her life
Build some margins into your day by ruthlessly cutting,
God in heaven, when will there be an end to these stories?
beyond is a period that is best described as a fluid social.
To me it's everything, They are my sword and shield Against the fear...
Here is my gasp, static it is fluid, If everything ends in birth, what is the purpose of life?
Keep in mind that for everything that annoys you...
Posted by Aaron Held at 21:30
And now the man has stolen what since has been empty. What sense does it make to sing of otherwise? What sense does it take recognize, the glaring gap of everything in between ? The day collides and all else is futile to remember, that house of solid endings , his is the tear in the future – the distant star that burns though defiance. The deafening blow of a thousand winds inside one breath, echoing throughout now and nothing. As silent as a sister's – thoughts , muffled and gagged and guess what, the frightening noise of it all,, ends up without you, it's no secret. Sat beside you in her purse, reminding her of everything that's lost and forgotten, then it's time to look at it, she does her eyebrows, wipes the corner of her mouth, then back in her purse. Time will tell, this myself I was told, numb from the way it spoke, old as itself, torn in four directions. The voice of time is horse, wise, fading in and out as if there was ever a new day, he says, that moment you were caught, eternity froze and you can do this thing, where you bring it back and we watch, he laughs. But thats no new news. No new death at his stride and none to empty since it's been stolen. One thousand and stars falling onto your path, am I alone in this? , the way the cycle breathed and a hollow plexus at it's core, dancing all the while, an empty shadow , again. I neighbored the sunken voices of exiled warriors in the early steps of a century. I drank when their victories were full and the table crowded with stories of great kings. And now I am alone in this. But perhaps they will find me once more, among the stranded seasons that have yet to be, the leaves that are fellfallfalling. They will catch me during the celebration, and at that moment when eternity freezes, I can breath once again, knowing that I am looked over, not lost & that my voice will be heard.
Posted by Jaie at 20:08
The wise of heart will receive commands, But a babbling fool will be ruined.
Wise men store up knowledge, but the mouth of a fool invites ruin.
When words are many, sin is not absent, but he who holds his tongue is wise.
He who guards his lips guards his life, but he who speaks rashly will come to ruin.
In the mouth of the foolish is a rod of pride: but the lips of the wise shall preserve them.
Even a fool is thought wise if he keeps silent, and discerning if he holds his tongue.
A fool's mouth is his undoing, and his lips are a snare to his soul.
Do you see a man who speaks in haste? There is more hope for a fool than for him.
Posted by Bryan Lewis Saunders at 16:57
16 Jul 2008
15 Jul 2008
[we are you dragging halo] Tuesday, July 15, 2008
item #0041 Dear Graham, That repetition of ours forms noncommittal, vague responses. I like how we acquaint. But I dislike how we get acquainted. This is questionable at best. (I mean how I feel about it.) You don't tend to agree, I know. You despise my hairshirt. You find it disgusting; in its display, and lack of inhumanity. But I dignify all my labours because of it. One recent performance earned me the right to stress positions unchallenged, for example. This merits me nothing substantive, I realise. Still, I get to actually care about certain necessary continuations. Yes, we need guns, as you say. Best wishes, Jenny x
Posted by murmurists at 17:59
Posted by cachorro rabugento morto em noite chuvosa at 03:26
14 Jul 2008
It's not the word she uses
that flails the heart of me
It's not the way she means it
when she spits out the curse
It's more the look in her eyes
that hollow out the truth.
fifteen skittles and a broken toy
lay crushed by the door
like the fallen web of dusty time
that gather with decay.
fifteen bottles of broken green
shattered on the floor
like the crusty debt of ancient crime
that settle on dismay.
fifteen skittles and fifteen bottles
with three aces laid.
Posted by Russell Duffy at 21:36
Fizzy / pulped baby food / only liquids allowed / straight into the eyeball / shadowed / coloured wire / a shootout in the subway / shotgun pumping / legs explode above the knee / close to favoured areas / sexual intestines / the guts of existence /lmao farts me jesus / percussion / soft gaseous crosses / dissipating / regional city fat cascades across a bus seat / vicarious folds re-imagine the body of the Woman / her eyes / soft / smokey / rolling like the eyes of slaughtered cattle / upwards to hide beneath the brow / a hill unclimbed / sticky little hillock... now fertilizing brain... Marjory comes round / inhabits a space I've saved for her / the things in the fridge rot gently / grow colder / less as imagined and more indigent / raggedy clothing / decorated with sedimentary sweat / Marjory's tongue tingles / gropes new tastes / toys with my armpit and a spot on my back that I've been growing into / sucked / consumed by its excrescence / pregnant bulge / zit containing me embryo / it gobbled me up Marjory / eaten by my inflamed offspring / I take in the puss / fill lungs / breath it / grow gills / loose contact with my clothes...
Posted by d_rood at 21:01
Up to fiery gates, then after the hard twirl of events, all the licked webs, she ran through the burnt field like the vagaries of 'totally' and 'absolutely,' being careful at all times not to manifest a third avant-garde, insisting on the raw usages for new words in her mother's swinging unconscious. Two irises coupled with deep geographical voodoo time barely hint at the pearly aphrodisiacs trapped in the air, electrode nipples slurped down quickly. Cheap, tight leather boots, the smoke from a discarded cigarette rising nervously to caress her thigh-highs. The special quality of anti-gravity during the hours she grew extra limbs was a drizzle of fluctuating intensities stretched to hear a single disembodied voice, one impossible orbit to fuse with others.
Posted by Robert at 14:52